Silence. Powerful. Unyielding. Demanding. Eradicating silence.

It pervaded her thoughts, quieting her mind yet forging her into what seemed to be a honed edge.

Jumbled flickers of battlefields. From the present, or memories past, she could no longer tell. Were they teeth of a blade or maw that slashed at her side, causing her clothes to stain purple? The flash of white teeth and silver steel, a hum of heat. The choir of screaming voices, one risen above the rest, berating her over and over again.

What. What could it possibly want now?

Am I really that bad?

You brought this on yourself. Defiler!

Lilith, lovely~ Hurt me again, would you love?

All these lives and memories bleeding into each other, overlain with one solitary scream that pierced through the veil of her foggy memories. It ripped and tore at her frame. The sounds of a thousand gunshots. The sounds of aching metal strained past its breaking point, before it sheared off into ragged and warped piece of art. Pain reached its claws deep into her head and tore at her again. She ran long nailed fingers through her hair and ripped at herself with a feral growl; her body convulsed once as she dropped to her knees in the hard volcanic soil. Her brow furrowed deeply as she bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

The scream echoed across both the physical and mental mediums that Ezrihel found themself suspended in. It was a shocking and surprising blow that overrid their mental defenses, weakened by the transition to the Omniverse. This scream was inescapable, only building in intensity the longer it droned on.

LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.

Then, once more, silence. Eery and fragile silence, the mind, in the aftermath, wracked with more holes than a fishing net. Foggy eyes look over the ashen landscape as pieces were carefully collected and put together once more. Fingers bled as they traced over familiar cracks in the glass, pushing everything back into place again.

She couldn’t hear her own whimpers as tears fell from her unmoving eyes.

Vulnerable.

You’re vulnerable.

All over again. Vulnerable, once more.

I’m vulnerable.

You’re pathetic, look at you. Unable. Inadequate.

You’re invalid.

Worthless.

Do you really expect to accomplish anything? You’ve done nothing immortalizing in all these lives past. Truly pathetic. You helped man humanity for your own benefit, remember? All you want is control. You crave it, crying out for it like a miserable newborn depraved of its mother’s milk.

Please let it end.

But you rule through chaos, destroying everything that you touch, bringing empires to their knees and baptising yourself in the wake of blood you leave behind you. What are you but a lowly destroyer of order? A wrench in the plans of the noble, an unhealthy dose of entropy, gangrenous necrosis in a wound. You are pus, a broken cog in the machine, nothing more and nothing less.

Kill me.

And you do it all for yourself, thinking of no one and going nowhere.

I don’t want to think of this anymore.

You are the unnecessary defiler.

Let me go.

Disgusting.

Let me go.

Pitiful.

LET ME GO.

She could feel things moving around her, a familiar energy and scent, masked by burnt leather. A flash of energy, light reflected across her glassy eyes.

Then it was gone. The scream completely removed from her reality, but its effects could hardly begin to be guessed at.

The first thing she picked up on was a high pitched whine in her ears, piercing her eardrums as her hazy vision refocused on the landscape before her. A group she remember fighting with at some point or another stood not too far away from where she sat, watching some sort of spectacle's end unfold.

Her weary muscles tensed, allowing her to stand once more. She stumbled a bit as she adjusted her footing to the shifting ashen sands, but quickly composed herself. She would not ever allow herself to appear weak to those around her! Such appearances where simply unbecoming of a being of her stature.

I am not weak...

She grasped her side, still freshly bleeding purple. She scowled as her hand put pressure on the wound, it was inflamed and had angrily welted up where the skin had torn. Her clothes where torn to relative pieces or otherwise dirty and her blonde hair was ruffled, messy and full of soot.

With an annoyed scoff she concentrated on creating a bandage to cover the wound to at least stop herself from bleeding all over the place. Her transition to the omniverse had come with quite a few pleasant and unpleasant surprises and changes; mostly unpleasant though, if she had a say in it.

The most jarring of these sudden changes was her inability to rapidly heal, or for that fact, actually take damage from normal external forces. These stark changes to her basic physiology meant that she had to take things in a much more careful and cautious fashion than she was used to. A lack of the fear of death could do that to someone. Also, a once much higher tolerance to pain and suffering had once dulled her ability to experience pain, but that too had been changed when she was unwillingly drug into this 'omniverse' realm.

The last time she had seen her own blood was when a hole had been punched through her chest by a former lover with the rather annoying and emotional reasoning of "You made me watch as you killed my family." She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the memory of that lovely encounter. It seemed that some people refused to accept logic and be reasoned with in the slightest. Her dear sweet Lilith had always been a rather fickle and irrational woman, going to such great extents to punch as many holes through Ezrihel's body as possible while screaming about the sanctity of things such as life and how you can't just go around killing children.

Am I really that bad?

Why not? She could remember arguing at one point. Why couldn't she just go around, killing any she please? What made the women and the children so special that they should be exempt from any and all excessive torture and murder? She had always hated that sanctity of life bullshit reasoning people threw up because they couldn't accept a loss. She simply couldn't understand what made life so sacred. People, humans and her own race alike, killed all kinds of things on a daily basis.

Am I really that bad?

They killed bugs like flies, mosquitoes, gnats, ticks and fleas because they where pests. They killed cows, chickens, pigs, varying types of wild beasts in order to eat and dress fashionably, even as a pointless sport. They held the obsessive drive to kill most forms of micro organisms, because they were pests.

Am I really that bad?

In Ezrihel's eyes, people were pests as well. Tiny little mites deserving of the fate predestined for them, nothing more and nothing less. Life was only sacred to people because those people were living, as the dead had no sorts of input on any part of the situation. It was all worth a bit of a chuckle in the eyes of the Andromedan God, what with the way humans practiced this strange sort of hypocrisy. Things only mattered when they applied to themselves, to hell with anything else, they seemed to scream to the heavens.

Am I really that bad?

Though, Ezrihel did feel a tad bit disappointed that humanity didn't like it when their own logic and ways of living was turned against them, used as a sort of pointed dagger to expose all the little weak spots. Ezzy did, however, love wielding this dagger in a threatening fashion, dragging it teasingly along the soft flesh of the belly of their prey. They loved tearing apart the agency that a victim once held dear, leaving them a vulnerable and quivering wretch before they moved in, breaking and removing any unnecessary and annoying issues before repurposing the husk to their own needs and goals.

Green eyes flash towards the thief they traveled with. Every detail would be memorized here and now. The burnt appearance of his leather armor, how it seemed to stick to his form, making slight cracking noises as he adjusted, shifting and trying to stand up from the soot covered ground. As he moved, she could see how his chest shifted with each exhale, something about it seemed uncomfortable when he inhaled though. Most likely an injury he had sustained during his daring encounter with the master wyrm they had just finished fighting.

The skin that was exposed was dirty, stained dark with volcanic ash and slick with sweat, reflecting some of the heavy light that filtered down through the clouds of thick smoke and smog that blanketed the entire area, casting the entirety of the environment into a hazy rusty orange hue.

His silver-grey eyes showed a sort of defiance, most likely the external expression of his current aches and pains. They were tired but bright in comparison to how is dark hair laid plastered across his forehead with sweat. His cheeks were pulled tight, a sort of dismay at the situation that had just occurred. His lips were cracked and dry from the heat the interior of the volcano had presented. She couldn't help bu notice how he pressed then together into a tight line as he took in everything.

A soft murmuring of the wretched artificial intelligence could be heard, but it was given little attention as she concentrated on the bandage. With a slight scoff, she had decided to go ahead and create new clothes as well as change her hair color while making the bandage. Why? She was tired of fighting to keep such light hair clean looking, especially in this climate. Besides, with how she was currently feeling, she had decided that something darker would suit her best anyway.

Gone where the days where a blonde maiden was viewed as a prized catch. She was no longer in the south, she was no long restrained by humanity's limited concept of what could and couldn't be beautiful. Besides, she liked being able to see her eyebrows and eyelashes more clearly.

With a soft, toying chuckle, she had concepted the idea of the outfit she wished her form to be adorned in, drempt and drew it up in her mind's eye. As a bandage materialized onto her body, seeming to melt out of her body before becoming its own object, her outfit was replaced as well. The process was seamless, a flawless shift to her new clothes.

Her body was now adorned in dark, navy blue fabric that hugged her form. Every edge between her skin and the fabric was lined with a flexible gold thread embroidering. Her neck was covered by a thick metal choker collar, a large chain attached to it, running between her cleavage and attaching to a chain that ran horizontally around her ribs and under her breasts. Metal ribbing supported the fabric that cupped her breasts before hooking into a chained shoulder strap that held her short cape in place around her shoulders.

The metal ribbing met below her belly button, exposing her cleavage and the pale skin of her belly. Another chain ran around her hips, meeting up at a lock that rested just above the crest of her pelvis. A long chain ran down from this lock, and at the end a cast iron key hung.

Her boots has thick metal ribbing, a long guard running up the front of her leg before meeting with the toothed top of her boot. Angry claws made up the knee joint of her boots. Above her boots, her right leg was bare, skin showing without regard to prudish old world views, but her left leg remained covered.

With a swish of her hips, she let herself enjoy the quiet clanking that her chains gave off, the weight they, and the floor length trail of her outfit, added to her frame was pleasant. She sighed, reaching up and stretching before running her hands through her thick hair. Following this motion, black color ran out from the roots of her hair, traveling down the shaft of each strand of hair until her entire mane was a deep ebony black in color.

In a rather confident and almost playful fashion she gave a soft smile, put her hands on her hips and strode forward to Demetri. She made eye contact with him, looking deeply and interestingly into his eyes, really taking the moment to fully gauge and judge his emotional state. Dropping her arms by her sides, she reached her right hand out to brush it against his left arm. Her expression was soft and empathetic.

"Demetri, I am... Somewhat uncertain about your relation to the being that just disappeared, but that being said and known, I can still tell that it mattered to you. Would you mind my asking what its relation to you was? Not meaning to be disrespectful in any way, but that was quite the display... But I don't understand what exactly just happened. In all my lives I have no experience with what exactly I just witnessed was. Forgive my ignorance on the matter."

Name : Anders

Description :



A black haired athletic male , though dont let his good looks fool you . This young boy is tough

History : A wrestler with the widely known Intergalactic Pro Wrestling Federation - I.G.W.P.F , he started at 13 as one of the ring boys . Soon working his way up the ranks he debuted as a Wrestler against Zabi Namiro for the I.G.W.P.F middleweight title . Winning it in his debut , he would go on to hold the title for over 3 years . Finally losing it after an incredibly strong run as champion , he would later go on to become the number one contender for the heavyweight championship . However in the same match he won it , just as he raised it to celebrate his win . Omni brought him here , to compete against all takers for his newly won championship .

character source: Original 

Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 3

Spent om : 1400 / 5000

Starting Proficiencies: Strength proficiency ( 1000 om )

Starting Powers: Master Acrobat ( 400 om ) 

Starting Moves:

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Where did you find us? : Eda's alternate character 

Seeing as I reached 8k this morning , I could make my second character . I have narrowed this down to three potential options , which I would love input on who people would like to see more

First up

~ Anders 



Personality : A professional wrestler in his home universe , he plays up the babyface role . However he could also play the cocky heel considering how good he knows he is
 
Upside : Easy for me to write
Downside : you either love him or hate him , little middle ground 

~ 2 

Trinity 



Personality : A spitfire and a master of the blade , her goal is to become the strongest swordswoman in all of the known world

Upside : Balanced statline , easy to get moves approved for 
Downside : Repetitive nature of training , traveling , fighting , repeat 

Or my third option

A totally new on the fly OC that I will literally roll dice and match to my chart 

I have 10 races written up to choose from

Character name: Ahri

Character source: League of Legends

Character history: Picked to Omniverse from the start of her canon, while she was still a sentient-ish fox. (Yes, I do plan to transform her across story.)

Physical Description: (originals only)
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Above is her humanoid form, and below is her fox form that I will be starting out with, and develop her into the humanoid across story.


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Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 2
SPD: 4
TEC: 4

Stat Unlocks:
SPD: +1
TEC: +1

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength Proficiency (1000)
Debuff Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat (400)
Shapeshifting (1400)

Starting Moves:
Nada.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.
Yup.

Where did you find us?
I live in Omnilium. I drink it, I eat it, I bathe in it. I am omnilium.

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I shares this story with a couple of friends already. Figured I'd share it with ya'll too.

Well, this morning my wife woke me up and asked me to watch the kids for awhile cuz the neighbor asked if my wife would take her to the store. I asked her which neighbor it was. She says, "The one with the big titties you wanna bury your face in." Firstly, I say, "Oh my god, yes...  I would die a happy man smothered in those." But secondly I felt an overwhelming love for Jennifer then. Because she understands that love and lust are inclusive and that we'll both still be attracted to other people, even if we love each other. Neither of us will break that bond of trust and love to act upon those feelings, but we both acknowledge they're there. And that's the beautiful thing about a good relationship. When you see your partner as they are and love them anyway.

Passing through the gate Victor had begun to explore the area, the hilled woodland would provide a great hunting ground, the terrain harsh enough to give a challenge with the wet squelching of the mud beneath his feet making it difficult to move too quickly without losing one of his boots. Drawing his daggers he decided that he would likely not need the stealth powers of his belt, after all the undead where not the smartest of prey.  A sadistic grin spread across his face as he examined his blades the thought of them tearing into dead flesh almost causing a shiver down his spine. A tingle of anticipation as he stalked through the hills. 
 
"How best to go about this? Maybe kidnap a villager from that town and hang them from a tree as bait? Hmmm whilst their screams would draw attention it might draw a bit too much attention. Guess I will just do it the old fashioned way and take in the sights until I spot one of the rotting fiends." He said to himself as he scanned the horizon, the trees casting dark shadows across the path he had to wonder if any of the shadows dancing in the moonlight were his targets hidden by the foliage. 
 
Stretching out his muscles one at a time he made sure that everything had healed properly, even with his regeneration things could take a while to get back to full strength but from what he could feel everything seemed to be as good as new. Spinning his daggers in his hands and whistling he taunted "come out, come out wherever you are” his eyes filled with the thrill of the hunt.

I plan to buy Spargus as a base for Damas eventually having Jak there for a while as well.


Can i do this?

"Dead again?" Victor thought to himself from within his ghostly state , it felt like it had been a long time , but after so many attempts to serve his lords well it had once again ended in failure , slayed before he could even take a step from the gate by some kind of super prime. His moral had been all but crushed , "if there are primes like that walking around here ready to destroy anyone in their way without a second thought why even bother coming back at all?" he continued to ponder. It was clear to him that the smiling one wanted to enjoy watching him suffer even more, after all he was not erased from existence yet, but a part of him did humour at the idea of just sitting around for eternity not giving that childish deity the satisfaction. 
 
One thing prevented this eternal rest however, a rage bubbling in his gut. Every time he tried to sit still and enjoy his everlasting rest he was reminded of how much he still had to do, how many people got in his way, and how much fun it would be to put them in their place. The memories of the foes that had fell to his cunning came rushing back as a feeling of pure joy. Their faces contorted in agony as they turned to ash in front of his eyes, he remembered the one time an opponent had realized his mistake and surrendered, the look of defeat in his eyes almost bringing a happy tear to Victors eye. And if he just gave up he would never get to feel that again, and without Gilgamesh around for now he could afford to take a vacation and have some real fun. All of that anger could be put to better use than sitting around after all.
 
It was about time that he stopped licking his wounds and got back to the good old days, just him, his daggers and some unfortunate victims. He thought about where the best area to hunt for targets would be , the deeps had storm troopers , although there would be more than in the dunes and with how well trained they could be he may have been biting off more than he could chew. He had no real problem with the knights or mages in Camelot so that was off the list too. And he could not be certain that the dunes would be safe for him to visit any time soon, at least until his lord returned and brought vengeance and plague upon the house of that pink jump suited freak. And maybe he could find that demon again and destroy him, after all had he not been so badly hurt from those previous two engagements that may have went very different 
 
An idea came to him , he had not visited the moors yet and from the institutes reports it seemed like it had a plentiful population of undead , slow moving but able to take plenty of punishment. "Perfect “he laughed maniacally "looks like the undead are not the only thing that will be hunting in the moors" after all he did have a huge amount of undead related stress to work off and it was unlikely that anyone would care that he decided to take a few of them out. Setting of he headed towards the gate rushing past the nexus, after all it had been where he had once again been plunged into death's cold embrace and he was not too keen on the idea of staying there with his actual body. Staying in his death shroud he reached the portal and for the first time in what felt like an age, passed through. Hungry for the simple things in life, a fun vacation, a new adventure, and a large body count.

Murasaki rose from his seat in the monitor room. He really needed a break from this. Rose stepped in to take his spot for awhile while he head back up the tunnels. The young man sighed and rubbed the dust from his dark brown hair. The construction of the tunnels were going well, but they could always be better. The tunnels were currently being held up by thick wooden support beams that were cut down from the trees in the forest of the fields. Although Murasaki seemed like a simple and calm guy, but inside he was constantly worried about the state of everything here in the Fort. With Amber gone, that put him in full charge, and he would see this fort at it’s best 24/7.

The cold air that hit Murasaki’s face was like an oasis in a desert. While the tunnels were efficient for their purpose, the air was rather dense in the third tier. He took a deep breath and savored it, walking around the tents that traveling merchants had set up looking at their peculiar wares. Odd trinkets like necklaces and jewelry, and weird weapons and foods Murasaki had never seen before. It was interesting to see many new things, especially in a new world like this.

After his walk around in the courtyard, Murasaki returned to the tunnels, stopping in at The Barrow. The inn was already a social hub. It was not as busy as would be if they had chosen a more populated area, but nevertheless it had people coming in and out enjoying a mug of ale, or a can of soda. The alcohol was an addition Murasaki only saw for benefit. He himself did not enjoy the thought of alcohol, but it is hardly a settlement if your settlers are unhappy. On that note, morale looked extremely high. Many of the people in the tavern seemed to be having a good time in The Barrow. It was a sign that this might turn into a larger settlement with more time and care. Although the inn had a more tavern type of look, it still had some technology and modern additions. Things such as coolers for their drinks, and stoves to cook their food, even a relaxing tune played from the speakers above them. Who needs to hire a bard anyways?

‘Saki sat down in front of the bar and called for the innkeeper, Bianca. The woman approached him and leaned up against the counter, “Hey, how’s it going? This place is a dirt hole right now, but it’s our dirt hole I guess.”

Murasaki nodded with a grin. “Yeah,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “The snow reminds me of home. Did we get anything new?”

“Some travelers that recently departed traded us some coffee beans for only a few silver coins.” She replied.

“Coffee, hunh? I'm not a fan myself, but I assume you took the deal because of your fascination of the stuff?”

“Yeah, but I bought enough to sell to the inn guests as well, so we can make a profit off of it.” Bianca explained, handing the man a soda. “On the house.”

“Of course it is, I run this place.” He said.

“I always wanted to say that though.”

Murasaki silently judged his companion, but took the soda anyways. “You’re weird.” He took a gulp of the caffiene goodness and stood up. “Thanks for the drink but I should really get back down there.”

“No problem, keep us safe.” She replied as he walked off. Murasaki headed back down to the lower tiers and switched places with Rose again, resuming his day-to-day work.